Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 198 Master Tu Sun’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect (33)

There are many default rules in the practice world.

For example, once the practice stagnates for too long, it will be difficult to improve.

Conversely, if a practitioner who has been lingering for countless years can suddenly improve, it may be an opportunity for rapid growth.

After all, no matter whether it is experience or xinxing tempering, such a person is something that others do not have.

Han Muye already knew that Mo Yuan, the number one member of the outer sect of Nine Profound Sword Sect, soared into the sky, turned into the ancestor of Wanjian, and had the power to form an alchemy with a sword against the terrain.

At this time, Lu Hao's face was solemn, and his whole body surged with strength, blocking in front of Sun Mu.

"Junior Brother Sun, you break through with all your strength, and I will protect you."

Lu Hao shouted, holding a golden long sword in his hand.

In the void, the power of endless golden veins gathered and turned into a phantom of a golden sword.

"Roar--"

Before Sun Mu could answer, there was already a cloud of hundreds of meters in the distance surging, with piercing screams, approaching in an instant.

It was a big demon who was half-step heavenly.

Lu Hao snorted coldly, and drew an arc with the light of the sword in his hand, with a sharp streamer, facing the demon cloud.

"when--"

The golden light collided with the demon cloud, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.

Below, the monsters and practitioners under the foundation on the battlefield trembled all over.

Huang Laoliu turned his head to look at the pale Lu Qingping, and a strong force emerged from his palm.

"Sister Ping, don't worry, I'm here."

Holding the long sword, he turned his head and looked not far away.

Over there, many people in black robes had gathered around Tang Chi.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

Behind the Yaozu, the thunderous sound of war drums came.

The sound of the drum made those strong men on Yunchao Ridge look solemn.

Yaozu is going to attack across the board!

"Be careful, the Nine Profound Sword Sect can't stop this, prepare to rescue."

Zheng Wangyuan stared at the front, and spoke in a deep voice.

Everyone else nodded.

This is not the time for calculations. If the Nine Profound Sword Sect is defeated, it will definitely affect the entire battle situation, and even cause the entire front to collapse.

At Fengshou Mountain, it was because the battle line collapsed that they had to retreat.

At that time, Yunchao Ridge had a large army gathered by Jiuxuan Sword Gate, temporarily suppressing the line of defense.

If we retreat today, there will be no army support in the rear.

"boom--"

Lu Hao's sword light cut away the demon cloud on the opposite side. An old man in a dark red robe and holding a flashing spear in his hand laughed, flew down and rushed towards Lu Hao.

With a sweep of the sword in Lu Hao's hand, he went to meet him.

Sword cultivators should speak with their swords.

Not far away, five black monster clouds are gathering.

That was the five heavenly realms of the Yaozu, quietly suppressing them.

It is because there are five big demons in the heavenly realm here that the Yaozu dare to attack all the time.

If Master Tu Sun hadn't beheaded a big monster and made the monster race fearful, Nan Huang's offensive would have been several times more violent.

On the battlefield below, the monsters have retreated to the surroundings, leaving the main battlefield.

One after another, big monsters wearing various leather robes rushed forward.

Some of these monster races have transformed into monster bodies, or bears or tigers, or wolves, with a figure of several feet and a speed as fast as lightning.

The light of spells in the hands of some monster races flickered, and several streams of light had already been sacrificed a few miles away.

This is the real monster army, and every big monster is at least at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Even under a few foundation establishments, all of them are physically tyrannical, or have special blood power.

Among these big monsters, there are also those who are strong in the land, and they are full of energy and blood.

This kind of power is completely beyond the ability of casual cultivators and small sect cultivators.

"Canglang—"

With the sound of a sword chanting, Li Xixi, who was wearing a green robe, turned into a sword light and fell straight to the battlefield.

The ten-zhang sword light was like a shooting star, and it exploded in mid-air, with endless sharpness, and slashed in all directions.

Her sword light was like a signal, and countless sword lights rushed into the battlefield from top to bottom.

The disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect rushed into the battlefield.

The sword light instantly diffused, exploded, and shone, filling the entire world.

At this moment, it seems that there is only Jian Guang in the world.

"Sword cultivator, it is indeed, dazzling..." On Yunchao Ridge, an old man in a green robe shook his head and sighed with emotion.

Beside him, Yang Dingshan and others turned their heads to take a look.

This is Jianxiu.

Practice.

Xiujian.

Cultivate your mind.

When not fighting, the sword is a companion and a confidant.

In wartime, the sword and oneself are indistinguishable from each other.

The sword is with the person, and the sword is broken and the person is dead.

His hair was tied up with a golden crown, and Master Tu Sun, who was full of restrained sword energy, stepped out of the void, holding a bright long sword in his hand.

He has one sword and one sword, showing no abnormal strength, but he is the pillar of the entire battlefield and the practitioners in the western border.

Without him, the human front in Xijiang would have collapsed long ago.

"Grandma, do you really want this old man to kill me?"

Master Tu Sun muttered, his body turned into a blue light, and rushed forward.

In the distance, five big demon cloud pillars vibrated, and it seemed that they had agreed to fight five against one.

On Yunchao Ridge, other half-step heavenly realms also flew around.

No one expected that the battle on the front line of Yunchao Ridge would break out at this moment.

In fact, it was normal, the army of the monster clan was entrenched here, and it was not a treat for guests. After so many days of probing, all the layouts had already been arranged.

Just wait for today's battle.

It is a trial and a decisive battle.

"boom--"

The sword light in Master Tu Sun's hand slashed down, as if tearing open the sky.

The ten thousand zhang sword light traverses east and west.

The halo covered all the brilliance, only this sword stirred in the demon cloud.

The five great monsters of the heavenly realm rushed up tacitly, attacking and retreating together.

There is a clear and bright sword light, which can be separated from Master Tu Sun's sword light at the touch of a touch.

There are green vines all over the sky and flying leaves fluttering towards Master Tu Sun.

A sky-supporting iron rod smashed down on the head of Master Tu Sun.

One by one feathers turned into arrows, like a sky full of wind and rain.

There is a water dragon roaring, bringing up clouds and rolling waves.

Although Master Tu Sun was mighty in battle, he was not at the point where he could still injure people before five other strong men of the same rank.

His sword light was suppressed by the demon light, the sword light swept across, shattered the arrows, chopped off the water dragon, and then withdrew from the battle circle, confronting the five heavenly monsters with solemn expressions.

Undefeated with one against five, this is already a hard-to-find strong swordsman in the world.

But no one knows how long this invincibility can last.

Next sword?

Or the next sword?

If Master Tu Sun loses, the entire battle in Western Xinjiang will be lost.

Those half-step heavenly realm Xijiang Daxiu also knew that, they rushed to the battle circle together, but were blocked by half-step heavenly realm monsters with more monsters.

The strength of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan is indeed much stronger than that of Xijiang.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, raised his hand lightly, and Qing Ming and Zi Yan landed in his palm.

The two swords interlaced, and a sword light soared to the sky from Han Muye's body.

This sword light was so strong that even the countless sword qi below the mountain couldn't cover it.

"It's Han Muye, the Immortal of Sword Dao!"

"Senior Brother Han is about to make a move!"

On the battlefield, countless low voices sounded.

Han Muye has only fought once in Yunchao Ridge.

In that battle, with both swords in hand, he formed the Yunchao Ridge battle line, never retreating a single step.

No one knew that under Han Muye's sword, he cut through the heavenly realm.

"Om—"

The sword shook.

First is a sword.

Then there are countless swords.

Above the battlefield, Master Tu Sun turned his head to look at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "This brat, really..."

What is it?

No one knows how distressed Master Tu Sun is now.

I gave it to Han Muye with the soul and sword energy that I had condensed for countless years, thinking that he could make good use of it.

But how long will this be warmed up?

This kid is about to use up the spirit and sword energy.

Divine Soul Sword Qi!

A beam of sword light floated above Han Muye's head.

The sword light gathered into a hundred-foot-long sword, the sword body was slightly illusory, and the patterns on it were simple and simple.

Master Tu Sun gave him the Soul Sword.

It would take a long time for Han Muye to warm up this sword and turn it into his soul sword.

At this time, Han Muye chose to consume the sword energy directly.

Because, in his divine treasure, there is a small cyan sword, shining brightly!

For the time being, his soul power is only enough to nourish a sword of soul, any more is a burden.

Not at this time, when should we wait?

With one hand behind his back, Han Muye stood in mid-air, growing sword lotuses every step of the way.

"Senior Tu Sun, the cooperation last time was very enjoyable, how about doing it again today?"

Han Muye walked forward and shouted loudly.

Throughout the battlefield, almost everyone looked at Han Muye.

What does he want to do?

Can a little monk go to the battlefield of the strong in the sky?

madman.

Hearing Han Muye's shout, Master Tu Sun's eyes flickered.

How do you like to cooperate?

This kid is reminding himself that he is still short of the 20% profit from searching Yuntai Daozong.

Afraid that if he died in battle today, the account is gone?

Seeing the sword light above Han Muye's head, Master Tu Sun was full of fighting spirit.

Last time, when he cooperated with Han Muye, he beheaded a great monster of the Heaven Realm with one sword.

Today he doesn't have the Divine Soul Sword, and Han Muye's Divine Soul Sword alone may be close to it.

That's not too bad!

"Haha, boy, let's cooperate again!"

Master Tu Sun flew up, raised his hand, and Han Muye's Soul Sword flew out and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood in the air, with divine light emerging from his body, urging the sword of divine soul to cooperate with Master Tu Sun.

"boom--"

The sword of the soul slashed down, and the endless coercion within it instantly absorbed the scattered aura and power of the soul, condensed into a large black sword, and smashed hard on the re-condensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain, its figure shattered, and reunited into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man grinned with pain on his face.

Master Tu Sun laughed loudly, raised his hand and led the long sword to slash at the old man again: "Fellow Yu Fan, today I will help you transform into a dragon, and become an immortal!"

Seeing the sword light attacking, the green-robed old man Yu Fan Patriarch's eyes flashed with fear, his body moved, and he stepped back.

Master Tu Sun laughed and refused to let go, and cut again with the long sword.

"Damn it, Mr. Tu Sun, you're an old bastard who caught me, right?" Ancestor Yu Fan gritted his teeth and kept backing away.

He didn't dare to take this sword at all.

The other four Heaven Realm powerhouses looked at each other, and they all took a step forward, and the demonic light gathered.

Master Tu Sun yelled: "Well done——"

He swept the big sword with his hand, forcing the four monsters away, then turned around and landed beside Han Muye.

"Boy, is Wan Jian Guizong easy to use?"

Han Muye turned to look at him, and said with a light smile, "You want to learn?"

Master Tu Sun nodded, with a dignified expression: "This sword of the soul is still a little weaker, you and I can't bear it just by fighting like this."

The Divine Soul Sword consumed Han Muye's Divine Soul, and the sword that was used to guard it also consumed Tu Sun's sword energy cultivation base.

The five heavenly realms on the opposite side are no killers. Today's situation is one of defeat but of victory.

The five great demons, agitated by clouds, filled the sky with coercion, rolling in.

Below, everyone looked up and looked at the two figures standing side by side.

Today, Master Tu Sun, the number one swordsman in Western Xinjiang, can block the five heavenly realms?

"it is good."

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Master Tu Sun, took a step forward and shouted loudly.

"I have a sword named Wanjian Guizong, which was created by Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect."

"This sword took Mo Yuan two hundred years, and he saw thousands of swordsmanship as one sword."

"This sword is not limited to comprehension aptitude, only to have a sword in your heart."

On Han Muye's body, the suppressed sword light condensed into substance, and golden sword lotuses bloomed around his body.

With one hand behind his back, he slowly stretched forward with the other, pointing at the sword.

"Master Mo once said that with this sword, we can create a way to reach the sky for ordinary swords in the world."

"Today, I, Han Muye, will teach the art on behalf of my master. This sword is something that sword masters all over the world can learn."

"Everyone, be optimistic-"

Countless practitioners looked up at Han Muye, who was standing in the air, pointing forward with his arm, like a sword stabbing!

"Wan, Jian, Gui, Zong."

Countless sword lotuses exploded, and each petal turned into a phantom.

Each phantom practiced a kind of swordsmanship.

Every kind of swordsmanship is condensed into one style.

A sword pierced out.

a sword.

Ten swords.

Hundred swords.

Thousand swords.

Ten thousand swords!

A stab of ten thousand swords is for returning to the sect!

The sword lotus dissipated, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Senior, have you learned it yet?"

Master Tu Sun nodded, bowed his hands and said, "A master of swords deserves to be worshipped."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his figure, took a step, and looked at the tumbling monster cloud in front of him, with endless expressions in his eyes.

"I, Master Tu Sun, is known as the number one swordsman in Western Borders. The heart of the sword is clear. I use the sword as a baby, and I think I am invincible."

"Today, I only know that swordsmanship is magnificent, and Master Tu Sun is just a frog at the bottom of a well."

Above Master Tu Sun's head, a small blue sword emerged.

This sword, condensing sword power and soul, suppressed the aura and sword energy of the entire battlefield as soon as it appeared.

"Fellow Daoists of the Southern Wilderness, I have just learned a style of ten thousand swords from Master Han, and I invite you to try the sword."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

With a radius of thousands of miles, all the swords vibrated, flew into the air, attached to the long sword of the soul, and condensed into a sword.

This sword can hold up the sky and block out the sun.

Han Muye's complexion changed. He reached out and took out two purple jade pills and crushed them, causing all the medicine's power to burst out instantly.

Since you are crazy, be crazy once!

The Purple Jade Pill in his divine treasure also shattered, and all the medicinal power turned into the power of the soul, urging the sword of the soul to cooperate with Master Tu Sun.

"Senior, I can last ten breaths." Han Muye lowered his voice.

"Ten breaths?"

Master Tu Sun laughed loudly and stabbed out with the long sword that supported the sky.

"Three breaths are enough!"

A sword stabbed out, Master Tu Sun shouted: "Wan, sword, return, Zong—"

The small blue sword above his head exploded, revealing a figure.

This figure was only about three feet tall, and his face was similar to Master Tu Sun's. He held a sword in his hand, staggered clumsily, and stabbed out slowly.

A sword stabbed out, his figure dissipated and reappeared, he was already a five or six-year-old child.

Holding the sword and stabbing forward, the light of the sword is clear.

The phantom re-formed, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy pierced out with a sword like a rainbow.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

A young man at twenty.

Thirty years old, with a green robe and long sword, flying across the world.

Forty, with a wave of a sword, no one is invincible.

At the age of one hundred, he threw out the long sword and pointed at it casually as a sword.

Two hundred years old, playing in the mortal world, teaching children to swing swords with bamboo and wood.

Three hundred years old, wandering around as a casual cultivator, discussing swords with the rivers and lakes.

Four hundred years old.

Five hundred years old.

A thousand years old!

Invincible vertically and horizontally for a thousand years, the way of the sword returns to the ancestors, turning into a sword.

Wan, sword, return, sect.